Here’s why this has even become a question, I see posts all day about how clean your house is now or how organized your closet is, but I also see that you just blew through all of your ‘my list’ on Netflix and are looking for suggestions. Are you doing the cleaning and the binge-watching at the same time?
I think that it’s important to let you know that I’m not trying to judge you, I’m trying to judge myself and how I should be doing things. Right now, I sit on my computer flipping through social media pages, searching how to get my money back on some upcoming trips this year, writing blogs, editing pictures, sorting/filing pictures on our server, watching Roborock vacuum, cooking and cleaning up 2 daily square meals, and listening for the washer/dryer to ding that its time to do something. While doing ALL of that I also have the Food Network or Hallmark Channel running in the background.
There is a large part of me that is jealous or guilty that I too am not Maria Kondo’ing my spaces, but if you know me, that idea just creates more hysteria than 3 Coronavirus quarantines back-to-back. I say that because I am an overactive cleaner or don’t do it at all. Yes, the epitome of all or nothing. I am a perfectionist and if I can’t clean every inch with a toothbrush, toothpick, and/or miracle sponge, I ain’t doin’ it. I am grateful, however, that I am pretty clean in general so the need for unorthodox cleaning utensils is rare. I do have an issue with piles, not hemorrhoids, actual piles of stuff. I never know what to do with my Food Network magazines or that coupon I am definitely gonna use. I have learned though, we all have our thresholds, mine is dust, yours might be piles. Oh, and as far as the closet goes, I have to have bins, but then I get all tripped up on sorting, does this go in this bin or that bin, is this a group of things that belong together or not. See, I have now succeeded at making you anxious, huh?!?
I am completely and utterly beside myself. I feel like Phil in the 1993 classic movie, Groundhog Day. In the beginning, he was consumed with ending this nightmare that started every morning at 6 am to the Sonny and Cher song, ‘I Got You, Babe”. It’s a little unclear how long it takes Phil to stop sitting on the metaphorical couch watching Netflix before he stops hurting himself and starts improving himself, but by all accounts, we’re told that he spent approximately, 12,403 days repeating Groundhog Day. I agree that is a lot of time stuck on the same day, but he got to go outside, hang with his friends, eat and drink in bars and restaurants. He got to do karaoke on a Friday night and swing on the swingset in the park. Phil got to go to work and feed the ducks.
I don’t know if I will ever take the time to learn the piano, but I have been trying harder to learn Italian. I have moved some boxes around in my office, looked online for organizational pieces and have cut my own bangs. If you have any tips on how to get my crap together, please comment below. If Phil from the movie Groundhog Day had over 12-thousand days to figure this all out I guess that around 30 days in quarantine is just the tip of the iceberg.
